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I think we should open up for new applicants, but continue on from where we were cut off in our story. We can just write out the characters that never came back, and introduce the new characters as a group that, say, hadn't quite caught up to our group yet, or got momentarily lost on the way back to HQ, maybe.
The idea of voices in one’s head never seemed so real until you experienced them for yourself. It was also really weird. In fact, it freaked her out so much that if she could have, Barbara probably would have jumped right out of her skin. With a small, physical jolt, her hand reflexively flew to her stomach as though she had been struck there, the defensive movement coming as more of a reflex than a sign that she had actually been hurt. An uncomfortable feeling tingled the back of her neck as she moved, trailing down her spine and over her shoulders, and she realised that she had frozen in place for several seconds, her pink pack half slung over her right shoulder, her arm bent to accommodate for the weight.
The voice itself, floating ominously through her mind, reminded her of a little devil whispering things into her ear from her shoulder, except it was louder, and decidedly more human. The words still felt alien in her own mind, human or not, but they immediately told her what the owner’s ability was and roughly, how it worked, despite him not directly saying so. He was nice, that she could also tell, but though he was certainly friendly about the fact that he was digging around up there unrestricted, it didn’t change the fact that he had almost unlimited access to any personal thoughts or feelings that she may have had the entire trip, and that was something that unsettled her more than anything.
It was very personal, and very confrontational, and being the opposite of her current state of being, she felt an immediate dislike towards the ability. Like a metal shield being thrown up over a body, she instinctively erected a mental wall, clearing her mind of any thoughts that he’d be able to reach, and instead, as something of an exercise, started thinking about miscellaneous facts or things that she could spot around the area. As she walked blindly through the doors of the elevator and started up the hall, she found herself straining to pick out the details around her in an attempt to distract him from her private mind. Such as the way she counted how many growling faces stared at her like she was a piece of meat on legs, or what colour hair the girl in front of her had.
To be fair, she supposed hearing someone’s thoughts was somewhat less dangerous than holding a continuously ticking, electrical time bomb inside your body, and after a few seconds she began to let her guard down, her entire attempt to fend off the intruder having spanned only a few tense minutes. As she actually thought about what he had said, the words now coming back to her, she started to feel somewhat regretful or reacting the way she did.
Her eyes searched for the tell tale black and white attire in the crowd, the level of noise and light in the place splitting her concentration in half. It was daunting, the large amount of people – unnatural, powerful people - but she squared her shoulders and held her chin levelled, calmly staring down anyone aggressive enough to engage in a battle of wills with her. Some looked uncomfortably away when she unfalteringly met their gaze, rising no further to the challenge, whilst others paid her no mind whatsoever, finding other targets around her to heckle and abuse.
She spotted them suddenly, some ways away, and she wormed her way through the people to get to them, her single backpack still hanging off one side of her body, a hand clutched around the strap on her shoulder. They were like two sides of the same coin. Different, yet very similar at the same time. Black and white, yin and yang, almost.
“Hi,” she greeted Matthew, briefly meeting the gaze of the brother beside him as she walked up to greet them. There was a pause as her gaze trailed fleetingly between the two of them, then she stepped up slightly, realisation striking her.
“Oh, right. I’m Barbara.. But I guess you can call me Babs.”
As for how she was.. she’d let that slide.
The voice itself, floating ominously through her mind, reminded her of a little devil whispering things into her ear from her shoulder, except it was louder, and decidedly more human. The words still felt alien in her own mind, human or not, but they immediately told her what the owner’s ability was and roughly, how it worked, despite him not directly saying so. He was nice, that she could also tell, but though he was certainly friendly about the fact that he was digging around up there unrestricted, it didn’t change the fact that he had almost unlimited access to any personal thoughts or feelings that she may have had the entire trip, and that was something that unsettled her more than anything.
It was very personal, and very confrontational, and being the opposite of her current state of being, she felt an immediate dislike towards the ability. Like a metal shield being thrown up over a body, she instinctively erected a mental wall, clearing her mind of any thoughts that he’d be able to reach, and instead, as something of an exercise, started thinking about miscellaneous facts or things that she could spot around the area. As she walked blindly through the doors of the elevator and started up the hall, she found herself straining to pick out the details around her in an attempt to distract him from her private mind. Such as the way she counted how many growling faces stared at her like she was a piece of meat on legs, or what colour hair the girl in front of her had.
To be fair, she supposed hearing someone’s thoughts was somewhat less dangerous than holding a continuously ticking, electrical time bomb inside your body, and after a few seconds she began to let her guard down, her entire attempt to fend off the intruder having spanned only a few tense minutes. As she actually thought about what he had said, the words now coming back to her, she started to feel somewhat regretful or reacting the way she did.
Her eyes searched for the tell tale black and white attire in the crowd, the level of noise and light in the place splitting her concentration in half. It was daunting, the large amount of people – unnatural, powerful people - but she squared her shoulders and held her chin levelled, calmly staring down anyone aggressive enough to engage in a battle of wills with her. Some looked uncomfortably away when she unfalteringly met their gaze, rising no further to the challenge, whilst others paid her no mind whatsoever, finding other targets around her to heckle and abuse.
She spotted them suddenly, some ways away, and she wormed her way through the people to get to them, her single backpack still hanging off one side of her body, a hand clutched around the strap on her shoulder. They were like two sides of the same coin. Different, yet very similar at the same time. Black and white, yin and yang, almost.
“Hi,” she greeted Matthew, briefly meeting the gaze of the brother beside him as she walked up to greet them. There was a pause as her gaze trailed fleetingly between the two of them, then she stepped up slightly, realisation striking her.
“Oh, right. I’m Barbara.. But I guess you can call me Babs.”
As for how she was.. she’d let that slide.
I'll make a post tomorrow some time, though it probably won't be until later in the day. Got some family stuff to take care of first.
Crazy Guy said
@musicway: Let's hope Matthew doesn't freak her out when his voice shows up in her head.
Yeah, I can see that happening a little..
Babs is still just being a loner, don't mind her.
I'm not sure we can do it ourselves, but if Jedly and the others don't reappear we don't have much of a choice. We'd probably have to open up for new applicants too, if they don't come back to fill the spaces.
Malan said When waiting for a response he found himself staring at Babs Mizell. He had to metaphorically slap himself across the face to break the gaze.
Do I see a crush developing? What a cutie!
Posted later than intended. Its sorta odd altogether but I got in everything I wanted to.
Barbara Mizell remained as far to the back of the elevator as she could possibly be. She watched the proceedings from her position against the far wall, and though a great deal of worry had begun to press against the back of her mind, she kept her opinions, and her speculations, to herself. This place was not what they had believed it would be. She thought that she could make a new life here.. She supposed she still would. It just wouldn’t be as safe, or as comfortable, as she had first thought, and in her isolation she found herself cursing her earlier notions, and doubting almost every feeling that she had experienced towards the move in the past twenty four hours. It had been foolish to hope, and she should have known better. Hope had forsaken her too many times before.
She did not speak, barely moved, and certainly did not converse. Whilst striking up conversation was not foreign to her, she spent the entirety of the journey avoiding it. She sat comfortably, in silence, politely shrugging off or averting conversation or inquiry if ever it arose. She drifted in and out of sleep, and often found herself rifling habitually through her carry-on luggage – checking, and then double-checking that she had packed the appropriate clothing, items, even toiletries, as though some may have miraculously disappeared by the time she checked them again. Her eyes scanned the vicinity as frequently as any other individual’s, but her interest was not in making friends, but rather watching potential ones. These people would be here for as long as she would be, most likely, and while some of them were certainly interesting, there was no reason to start on them early. If there were to be enemies here, or even allies, she would rather pick them out from a distance.
Because of this, the shuttle ride had been rather uneventful, the elevator ride even more so, the only highlight in the final length of their journey being the orientation. The chorus of voices seemed to grow in volume every few minutes, before simmering down again to a more suitable level. When the relative peace came, she would meditate for a few moments at a time out of boredom, or when she felt her energy levels threatening to pop. Most of the time she scarcely needed such intense concentration, instead keeping a consistently calm state of mind, but with so much time on her hands it was well worth the waste.
Twiddling her thumbs, Babs’ gaze wandered the space, picking out the details of the other captives’ style of dress, the way they sat, held themselves, talked. The way they acted in silence, how they responded, even the way they sat, and how much attention they seemed to give any one person. She found herself comparing her style to their own; her white dress shirt and curled orange hair as compared to that younger girl’s floral dress – her jeans and suspenders as compared to the business like stature of the man with white hair. It all depended on what she could see, though the details of their abilities themselves escaped her, as she was too far away to catch any spoken aloud.
Despite whatever worries the girl did have, however, the woman’s speech during their introduction to the facility had also roused a number of other emotions inside her. She did not show fear, or anxiety, not in front of strangers, but underneath the surface bubbled a slight trepidation, and at the same time, a dangerous curiosity. She found herself wondering just how strong this half of the facility was, the elevator included, and if in one powerful zap through their big metal box, how much of the station could she send reeling from a blackout? If she had attempted to do the same to the shuttle, would it have been enough to send it drifting lifelessly through space? And how long would it take to get everything back online? Would they ever find out that it was her who caused it?
The station alone was legendary in its defences, which meant a multitude of fail-safe’s; secondary, possibly tertiary powergrids and back-up generators included, no doubt. Her abilities were limited to short circuiting and overloading systems (when it came to electronics), and though she never would have considered an attempt to hack their security network, the woman’s warning against the idea only seemed to bolster her curiosity. She knew she would fail if she tried, even if her powers were at a more advanced level, but it begged another question; just how much damage could she do, how much information could she be privy to, before they shut her out? Even attempting it would probably land her outside the airlock, maybe in some.. torture chamber, depending on how picky they were about maintaining order. Maybe she would be made an example of in other ways.. God, she thought.. it all left a lot to the imagination.
She did not speak, barely moved, and certainly did not converse. Whilst striking up conversation was not foreign to her, she spent the entirety of the journey avoiding it. She sat comfortably, in silence, politely shrugging off or averting conversation or inquiry if ever it arose. She drifted in and out of sleep, and often found herself rifling habitually through her carry-on luggage – checking, and then double-checking that she had packed the appropriate clothing, items, even toiletries, as though some may have miraculously disappeared by the time she checked them again. Her eyes scanned the vicinity as frequently as any other individual’s, but her interest was not in making friends, but rather watching potential ones. These people would be here for as long as she would be, most likely, and while some of them were certainly interesting, there was no reason to start on them early. If there were to be enemies here, or even allies, she would rather pick them out from a distance.
Because of this, the shuttle ride had been rather uneventful, the elevator ride even more so, the only highlight in the final length of their journey being the orientation. The chorus of voices seemed to grow in volume every few minutes, before simmering down again to a more suitable level. When the relative peace came, she would meditate for a few moments at a time out of boredom, or when she felt her energy levels threatening to pop. Most of the time she scarcely needed such intense concentration, instead keeping a consistently calm state of mind, but with so much time on her hands it was well worth the waste.
Twiddling her thumbs, Babs’ gaze wandered the space, picking out the details of the other captives’ style of dress, the way they sat, held themselves, talked. The way they acted in silence, how they responded, even the way they sat, and how much attention they seemed to give any one person. She found herself comparing her style to their own; her white dress shirt and curled orange hair as compared to that younger girl’s floral dress – her jeans and suspenders as compared to the business like stature of the man with white hair. It all depended on what she could see, though the details of their abilities themselves escaped her, as she was too far away to catch any spoken aloud.
Despite whatever worries the girl did have, however, the woman’s speech during their introduction to the facility had also roused a number of other emotions inside her. She did not show fear, or anxiety, not in front of strangers, but underneath the surface bubbled a slight trepidation, and at the same time, a dangerous curiosity. She found herself wondering just how strong this half of the facility was, the elevator included, and if in one powerful zap through their big metal box, how much of the station could she send reeling from a blackout? If she had attempted to do the same to the shuttle, would it have been enough to send it drifting lifelessly through space? And how long would it take to get everything back online? Would they ever find out that it was her who caused it?
The station alone was legendary in its defences, which meant a multitude of fail-safe’s; secondary, possibly tertiary powergrids and back-up generators included, no doubt. Her abilities were limited to short circuiting and overloading systems (when it came to electronics), and though she never would have considered an attempt to hack their security network, the woman’s warning against the idea only seemed to bolster her curiosity. She knew she would fail if she tried, even if her powers were at a more advanced level, but it begged another question; just how much damage could she do, how much information could she be privy to, before they shut her out? Even attempting it would probably land her outside the airlock, maybe in some.. torture chamber, depending on how picky they were about maintaining order. Maybe she would be made an example of in other ways.. God, she thought.. it all left a lot to the imagination.
I'm giving up on that character, sorry I took so long to say. Because I've been so slow I've been left behind, and I don't think I'd be able to keep pace in the IC at the moment anyway.
Have a good one, I'll see you guys around :)
Have a good one, I'll see you guys around :)
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